Skin (Journal Entry)

Holding in my little hands the saturated white cloth I softly begin removing the colorful products that covered my skin. For what seemed like since forever, putting on all this makeup to hide the imperfections on my face was a daily routine. As months became days and days became a habit, wearing less seemed to suit me more and I began to admire what I was gifted with. From every brown freckle on my nose to the pink curves of my lip. Why cover it up I think to myself, let them see the real me.